Invisible to My First Love (Harper and Maddox) novel Chapter 134

**Blueprint 134**

**Chapter 134**

**Harper**

Oh, how I wished I could stretch the delightful moments with Ella and Zoey into eternity. Yet, the burden of work loomed over me like a heavy cloud, compelling me to return home by the crack of dawn, precisely at 6 AM.

As I maneuvered my car into the familiar embrace of my driveway, something unusual caught my eye on the doorstep. A basket, brimming with the most vibrant red roses, beckoned me closer.

Curiosity surged within me, and I hurriedly retrieved my bag from the car, my heart racing with anticipation. I placed the bag on the bench and leaned in closer to the flowers, their beauty so striking that I instinctively covered my mouth in awe before even glancing at the note nestled among the blossoms.

With the gentlest touch of my fingers, I extracted the note, my heart pounding as I unfolded it. My gaze immediately fell to the name scrawled at the bottom, and a wave of joy washed over me. Maddox had sent these gorgeous roses, and the mere thought of him ignited an uncontainable smile on my face.

“When I picked these flowers, there were thirty in total. I kept one for myself, just so I could hand it to you personally,” the note read.

A warm sensation enveloped me, and I placed a hand over my heart, reading the note repeatedly as I unlocked the door, my mind swirling with affection.

Inside, I set the flowers down on the table, my fingers gently caressing the soft petals as I dialed his number. I anticipated the familiar sound of his morning voice, but instead, he greeted me with an unexpected burst of energy. It was a reminder that this was Maddox, after all—the very reason I had received such a thoughtful gift so early in the day.

“So, how did you like the little surprise I left on your doorstep?” he inquired, his voice radiating warmth.

“Well, I don’t like it,” I teased, trying to contain my laughter.

“Oh, really?” His tone shifted, disappointment creeping in.

“I love it!” I exclaimed, unable to hold back my excitement any longer.

A sigh of relief escaped him, and I could almost picture the smile spreading across his face. “Good! Because after returning home, I couldn’t stop thinking about you all night. I barely managed to sleep, so I dashed to a flower shop that’s open at all hours.”

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Wanna know what would make these flowers feel even more special?”

“The missing flower,” he replied promptly. “I’ll definitely give it to you. What time are you meeting that guy today?”

The abrupt shift in conversation caught me off guard, but I decided to roll with it.

“You mean Dean?” I asked, trying to gauge his reaction.

“Yeah, that guy.” His voice took on a quiet, almost annoyed tone, as if the very mention of Dean irked him.

I scoffed lightly. “I’m meeting him at 7 PM.”

**Chapter 134**

“I see.” His voice held a contemplative quality, and I could sense the wheels turning in his mind.

“What’s on your mind?” I probed, feeling a twinge of curiosity.

“Nothing,” he replied, yet the hesitation in his tone suggested otherwise.

I half-expected him to voice his discomfort about my meeting with Dean, but to my surprise, he shifted the conversation back to the hotel options he had sent me for our upcoming trip to Greece.

Leaning forward, I inhaled the sweet fragrance of the roses once more, feeling a rush of happiness. Just two days had passed since I had received flowers from him, and now, here I was with another stunning bouquet.

If he kept this up, my living room would soon resemble a blooming garden, and the mere thought thrilled me. It was a tangible sign that he was thinking of me, showering me with his attention—something I had never truly experienced with Grayson.

**Grayson**

The morning arrived far too swiftly for my liking. Sleep had eluded me as I mulled over every conceivable scenario regarding my plan.

“Sounds good,” I replied, keeping my tone neutral.

She remained blissfully unaware of my skepticism, oblivious to the fact that I had perfected the art of acting like a fool who believed every word she spoke.

Knowing I had to leave to put my plan into action, I rose to my feet and grabbed my briefcase, which was essentially empty—just a cover for the clothes I intended to change into.

She wrapped her hand around my arm as we made our way downstairs and out to the front yard.

The morning sun illuminated her stunning hair, and the way her robe was tied around her waist only accentuated her beauty. Damn, she had always been perfect, but after her lies, that perfection felt tainted.

She kissed me once more before I climbed into the car, her smile radiant as she waved goodbye.

“Have a safe trip, babe.”

I didn’t even have to force a smile; I already wore my mask. “Thanks. I’ll call you.”

She waved one last time as we pulled away, her expression soft, as if I meant the world to her. But I wasn’t fooled; I was solely focused on uncovering the truth.

As we reached the corner of the street, I pulled out my phone and dialed the number of the man my friend had recommended. Jake was his name, and he specialized in discreet surveillance.

He answered promptly. “Good morning, Mr. Ford. I’ve been expecting your call.”

“I’m glad my friend got in touch with you,” I replied, cutting straight to the chase. “I need you to keep an eye on someone today and report back to me. I hope you’re as skilled as he claimed, because I can’t afford any mistakes.”

He chuckled confidently. “You won’t be disappointed.”

I scoffed internally, knowing that if he was as good as my friend had touted, disappointment was likely inevitable. But I needed to uncover the truth about Tiffany, no matter how painful the revelations might be.